Victoria Hungerford Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Oh, and here’s a quirky bit – I doodle whores in my notes. Not *those* whores, ya perv – cash whores! Little piles of coins with legs, runnin wild. Keeps me sane when the numbers blur. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s my groovy escape, baby! Whore’s a beast, mate – sexy, scary, and oh-so-addictive. “Meet me in Montauk!” I’d tell it, cos I’d erase the bad days if I could. But nah, it’s all part of the shagadelic game, innit? Whore – love it, hate it, can’t quit it! Groovy, baby!

Henrietta Maria

First off, I’m strolling down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, what’s with all the people? I mean, it’s a small town, not London! I bump into this old dude, Mr. Jenkins, who’s always hanging around the post office. He’s got this wild story about how he once caught a fish the size of a car in the Kennet River. I’m like, “Sure, mate, and I’m the Queen of England.” But hey, it’s Hungerford, so who knows?

Over 200 players flock to Hungerford Rugby Club for finals day